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CHAPTER 27: Love Letter

The atmosphere was completely liquid when we were already at the dining table. Everyone enjoyed Dinda's delicious cuisine. Unceasingly the mistress of Hendiyana praised every meal that went into her mouth.  And patiently Zaidan and Aldo waited until Miss Hendiyana finished trying every meal.

After that they dared to take food made by Dinda.  Between Anya, Zaidan, Aldo is not uncommon. So as to make Miss Hendiyana beaver and head bobble. Watching their behavior like a child. Let there be no commotion, finally Dinda had to divide everything evenly. Then let them enjoy their share and eat it voraciously. Meanwhile he painstakingly fed Anya.

Being among them, Dinda felt like she had found a family. Which he had dreamed of all along.

"Ndduk, you don't eat."

"Already, Mam. This morning."

"Take care of your health."

"Yes, Mum."

The warmth and backwardness that had been created made Dinda feel at home. They thought of him as if he was already a member of the whole family. They just knew him. Dinda unceasingly thanked the powerful, who had brought him to this family.

Finish the meal. The three of them say goodbye to Mrs Hendiyana, to continue their respective pending activities. Zaidan returned to his office, with a pile of work waiting. And it must be resolved immediately. While Dinda also has to prepare for the event for later tonight, because the Zaidan family will officially propose to her. If Aldo still with his main task. Searching for evidence . Reveals who killed Zaidan's wife, the mother who gave birth to Anya. Until now, it is still an unconnected puzzle.

For the time being, he could only accompany Zaidan who knew from there the evidence would be found.

Zaidan and Aldo headed to the front of the house.

Dinda followed him by walking slowly, accompanied by the mistress Hendiyana and Anya.

"Ndduk, we'll go to your house later, but don't bother. Because you've brought a lot of food here."

"It's okay, Mama. Dinda said goodbye first." said Dinda while kissing the hand of Miss Hendiyana. And mrs Hendiyana replied with a warm hug and gently patted Dinda on the shoulder.

"Zaidan, please take care of Dinda. Get home safely."

"Aldo. You know my job, right?"

"It's the mistress."

"Good."

Seeing that Dinda was about to leave the house, little Anya stood up and looked at Dinda expectantly to be able to come with her. He approached Dinda and pampered.

"Can I come?" Anya said expectantly.

Dinda only replied with hugs and kisses on both cheeks. I feel uncomfortable when I have to answer.

"Who's daughter's eyes?" answer Dinda.

"Yes ... You are alone dong. Come back home ah.." said Mrs Hendiyana. Makes Anya undo her intention to participate to Dinda's house.

Mrs Hendiyana and Anya drove Dinda up to the terrace of the house. They watched Dinda get into Zaidan's car. And the car went outside the gate leaving Zaidan's residence.

Dinda's mind went round and round. About preparing for the application event tonight. There's a lot to be done.  About who will represent his family for the event. Remembering they were orphans. No parents or family can be contacted. Because they're in this town, people are out in the air too.

Actually they have a family on the island of Borneo. There's no way they could be here, in this short amount of time. I hope Alfath solves this problem.

If the problem of the banquet, God willing, even if suddenly, the materials are available. And after eating together earlier, Dinda had already contacted bi Sumi, Hani and Silvi to help prepare. I hope everything is okay and the show goes well.

Despite a little hesitation, Aldo drove his vehicle calmly. I hope they don't follow him anymore.

Thankfully, they did not show themselves. So that the journey back to Dinda's house is not as difficult as the time to Zaidan's house. But Aldo did not lose his vigilance. To protect the Zaidan family.

"Zai, it looks like your car is familiar to them. How about it get replaced?" said Aldo.

"Yes. I also thought. You set Al."

"alright. After taking Dinda."

"But I'm just going to the office. There is one problem I need to solve immediately. You can go alone tho?"

"Yes. You'll go straight back to my office after swapping the car. There's a job for you."

"Okay bosses."

They are busy with their own minds. Aldo with his wheel. While Zaidan looked seriously responding to the incoming chatt on his phone. Without ignoring Dinda who was sitting in the back seat.

"Adinda Humaira," said Zaidan, slightly pressed until he breathed out.

Hearing that, Dinda was a little confused. Zaidan doesn't usually call with a perfect name.

"Yes. What's up, mas?"

"Usually after the proposal, mommy will ask for the wedding to be done as soon as possible. Hope you don't mind."

"I'm going to have an argument with my brother first, Mas."

"I think if it's a problem, it can. No problem, you can. But I was curious about the dowry. I was afraid that what I gave would not be what Dinda expected. May I know what dowry you asked me to have?"

Dinda only smiled hearing Zaidan's anxiety expressed through words.

"Mas Zaidan is weird. Cook, I'll have to decide."

"It's not. Sometimes when the ijab qobul there are families who directly hold the dowry must be so many. Then not ready.

Mach ... if it happens to the mas, the mas family can be embarrassed dong."

"Oh problem, God willing my family is not so. But since I've spoken, may I ask for something that you must fulfill as a dowry."

"Yes, may," Zaidan replied weakly as he frowned, feeling stuck with his own words.

"May I hear a love letter from my lips." replied Dinda seriously.

"meaning?"

"Yes. Love letter from the Qur'an." replied Dinda embarrassed.

"The Letter of Ar Rohman?"

Dinda nodded and smiled. Making Zaidan drown for a moment. Think of love letters as love letters for school children or college freshmen. Or the romantic poems she used to do.

"Eat." cried Aldo while smiling proudly and happily. Actually Aldo himself was shocked and strange to hear Dinda's request. Ordinary women are interested in jewelry, money, vehicles, houses or anything like that. This is just reciting the Qur'an. A unique request.

"Why, Mas?"

"What's wrong. I think I read love letters or poems. It's bad that people hear love letters" Zaidan said, covering up his entanglement.

Dinda smiled broadly while holding back a laugh.

"Idiiih .. like a child like that. How, can you not?"

"I thought about it." replied Zaidan while playing his phone. Contacting someone.

"Please think. If you can't blame me later, if you protest."

"Ceeeile .. who has mom. Before I met mommy was afraid she was half dead, it was my turn to meet and take refuge in mommy" said Zaidan made Dinda blush.

"Where. Mas willing?"said Dinda.

"God willing."

Ar Rohman's letter I've already recited, but that was when I was in college. But I have never been murojaah again. Although I still read it often. Try me to ask Sharif to listen to my memorization. After all, this was a dowry that Dinda might have been very cool with. If he can fulfill it, his heart will be happy. Think Zaidan ....

But which is rather a problem, in this short time can I memorize it well and tartil. Given the many repetitions of the same verse. The connection needs to be extra careful. Could 'mbulet'. The letter was not finished being read.